Category: My Blog

Our dog, Ms Bowie, keeps pulling a Houdini on us! I wish I were home more often to help out…but… honestly, I can’t blame her. It’s human of us to project our desires and fears on animals, gods and even inanimate objects. So I get the idea of escaping every single time and making a damn go of it!

I recall when there was no music in my life and I was a young Mother. My dreams became hyper realistic, so over dramatic I would wake up in a sweat! Hell, there would be guns and henchmen involved every time I tried to leave the fortified home I was being held prisoner in.

The Buddhists say that life is suffering. My daughter gets ill just thinking of all the political turmoil and her social media feeds not only amuse but alarm me. She refuses to give me grandbabies until something is done about bladdy climate change! Yes, baby, life is suffering and there’s enough to go round, but you and I both know the answer to all the suffering we witness. Transcendence…

Find ways to make your life better first and spread that around. Yet the idea of helping herself first is one she struggles with. Damn kid wants to save the entire world. Just where did she get this idea from eh? Of course, I blame myself. I learnt the hard way that often times trying to save others can get you killed.

Again, my mind is thrown back to when she was a kid. The games we would play, songs we made up, hours spent in the bath and everywhere else storytelling. And the stories I told her were dark indeed. Why sugarcoat, I thought? Why shelter? Why lie? This, kid, is the world you came as a gift to heal. How, when and where you do that is something you will spend your life figuring out.

My father’s suggestions to keep Ms Bowie from misbehaving makes sense and is old school. At times, I am convinced that this is how we get things wrong. Tried and tested methods are thrown out with the baby and the bathwater, for newer methods. Again, if one thinks of personal freedom and even love, the old folks have much to share and teach us. But stubbornly we seldom listen. Until we are lead so far astray we have no idea what love or freedom feels like. Until our lives fuck out and we are left wondering, ‘Just what the hell happened to get me to this place?’ These are of course just my crackpot theories…

Sure, there are certain aspects of my life I could improve upon, yet I am no longer tormented so that my dreams have to alert me to a reality I cannot face. Like I said, I am not interested in the universe bitch slapping my ass…

Yesterday I shared that Music showed me I can achieve anything if I remained focused. If I chose not to see my current circumstances….as suffering, but as a reason to transcend. Whether it be writing a new song, jumping into a genre I know nothing of but excites me, penning a cool blog, dancing my socks off, cooking a fantastic meal thanks to YouTube or making just one person feel better somehow.  If I transcend in small ways as best I can, my fears and suffering, I will look back and see my life has transformed. As I have before…

The big things will come my way when the timing is right. But until then all I can do is try to transcend my current limitations, to find ways to improve or not make my world a shittier place.

To become the more I know I am, one small step at a time. And share that not only through music but in any way I am able to.

Ms Bowie, that is another story altogether…

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *